Disclaimer:
I own the book... but that is about it. Amillia is mine though!

Summery:
He carried around a lot of things, but among his arsenal was a hat

A/N:
My first Constantine fanfic, let along my first chastine work. So be
nice? Plus, I want to know if I should continue this or not...

Being
morbid wasn't a feeling for John Constantine, it was a way of life.
There were a few items that he always had on him at all times these
days: Holy water, crosses, various demon repellant items, new lighter
(just because he kicked the habit didn't mean he didn't need one,
the damn thing had saved his life many times before), a pocket bible,
and some gum (his NEW annoying habit, but at least this one didn't
give you cancer, but he was sure scientists would soon prove it did
over the years. It seemed everything gave you cancer in one way or
another these days.) But what one failed to notice is the newest item
he carried with him, a hat.

He
never wore it, but it stayed in the pocket of his jacket at all
times. This may not seem strange, especially when you are talking
about THE John Constantine, until you hear who the hat had belong
too. Chas Kramer, age 17, died by the hand of an angel now turned
human way before his time. Most people just wrote it off as one of
his weird quirks and left the whole thing alone. Midnight, Angela, or
anyone else that knew had never brought it up, and to some extent
John was glad about that. He kept it there for about six months
before some dared say anything about it, and on top of that it was by
someone he didn't even like.

Coming
home after a exorcism he quickly entered his apartment, sensing
something was wrong. Usually the wards he put up were enough to keep
out any intruders, but it seemed one of those damned creatures got in
anyway. Sitting in his apartment drinking a glass of the rum he kept
around, was a girl. She was normal enough: light brown hair, grey
eyes, ripped jeans, and a faded white shirt and jacket. That was, if
you didn't pay any attention to the pure white wings on the
creatures back.

"Took
you long enough John, I've been waiting for you. Then again you
were always the kind to keep higher up powers waiting on you, instead
of the other way around. Oh well, you already knew that so you don't
need my to point out the obvious." she said, sitting from the glass
lightly.

" Shit,
they just had to send you didn't they Amillia? What the fuck do you
want?" he growled, pulling the other seat at the kitchen table up
so he could sit down.

"Well
you are just the same ray of sunshine aren't you?"she
sarcastically retorted, "it has been decided by unanimous vote that
I am one of the few angel's out there that can actually talk at you
without thinking of willingly giving up and letting you just
descend..."

"Yeah
I get it, not what do you want?" he growled, already getting
aggravated at her presence

"You
just have never implemented manors have you?" Amillia muttered to
herself and looked him dead in the eye. "I am here to talk to you
about a certain item you have been carrying around with you for the
past six months." John's fist grabbed said item tightly. "There
is quite some controversy surrounding that young man back home."

John
slightly smirked at the notion, "what did he do? Step somewhere
there was a 'don't walk on grass' sign?" Amilla simply rolled
her eyes.

"While
that is a rather amusing thought, no." She looked the exorcist
right in the eye. "He wants out, John. I am really not supposed to
be telling you this, but I am anyway. I have a 'Down to humanity
green-card' so to speak at the moment, I just came here on my way
home."

"Aren't
you such a rebel?" he retorted, grabbing a glass for himself and
filling it with the brown liquid that was sitting on the table.

"Just
as impossible as always aren't you Constantine?" she smiled
sweetly, keeping her eye on the man. "But most importantly, he
wants out so he could be with you." He dropped his glass, rum
falling onto the table and the glass rolling off and shattering into
a million pieces. "Well I must be going, thanks the for the drink
John! Until next time!" Amilla promptly opened his window that
opened to the street and jumped out in a flourish of feathers.

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